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[lilyflxwers]

nartheflower/inanotheruniverse//sk//clarice lispector/the hour of the star//taylor swift/the archer//david foster wallace//david bowie//unknown//maya hayyas/parts of me never left that house//cowgirlrising//phoebe bridgers/waiting room

[nightmareevara]

That urge to turn your giggles into moans

[moon0-0stone]

How many doors I have to exit before I finally leave?

[deadlypoetacademia]

Once, there was a phase when I was sad for no reason, angry for no reason, mean for no reason, hurting for no reason. I desired to be understood, to be seen, to be known. I realised, I was sad because of the things I desire, from the things I imagined, from the things I expected. Then, I freed myself from my fairytale, and now I am free.

[originalferal]

no one ever told me i would spend so many nights forgiving people who didn't even apologize.

[yourmelancholickid]

you apologize for the words you said,not the wounds you cut or the scars that stayed

[aroworlds]

After six (very slow!) years of writing, Hallo, Aro comprises eighteen short fiction and creative-non-fiction pieces about allosexual aro protagonists--all collected on my website, Patreon or Tumblr.

Stories include:

Unspoken

Leaving

Friendship

Lucky

Attraction

Existence

Neuronormative

Loveless

Monstrous

Pressure, Side One

Pressure, Side Two

Abrasive

Question

Antagonist

Witch

Hunter

Pillar

Tomorrow

Please expect fantasy and fairy tale motifs, trans and multisexual characters, a dash of autism, a great deal of amatonormativity, and a pervasive struggle for recognition by family, society and community.

[disguisedfeelings]

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.

— Catherine Breillat

[potato-face09]

[gargiyadav]

What do I do with my grief?

I know not how to handle my grief.

Where to put it, how to tame its insurmountable spirit.

How to sing it lullabies for my voice always crackles up.

How to call out its name without fearing the worst.

What to say to it when it comes running to me like a child.

What to whisper in its ears so as to soothe its wild nerves.

I know I can very well discard it, get rid of it forever, but if that would have been possible, i would not be writing this poem today titled, "what do I do with my grief"

I know not how it's so capable of being so alive when I, the harbourer, has died so many times.

Isn't this grief that I carry in my belly, my child?

If that's the case, it should have died long time ago.

But here it is, chuckling and stretching its limbs, looking at me with its endearing eyes, waiting to be picked up with utmost affection.

[rosessanctuary]

"There are two seasons to everything: change, and the threat of it."

Shruti Buddhavarapu

[nightmareevara]

Let's be each other's home that's all I ask for.

[moon0-0stone]

I say I don't care but nobody cares more than I do..

[deadlypoetacademia]

How beautiful is the art of remembering little things. Like you got me a red velvet cake for my birthday just because I randomly told you about it once we were passing through the bakery, like you know the name of my favourite perfume, like you know I have a habit of holding hands while crossing the road, like you know I like spicy food more than sweet, like you know so much about me about such little things. Could I love you anymore?

[originalferal]

[transcendragon]

Election Night Poem

Stop

Stop looking at the polls,

And look into my eyes.

Before a single thing,

Before any one of 50 states swing,

Before the news and texts,

Before the speeches lead on to the next,

Listen.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, and I will be there for you.

I love you.

Can you hear me?

Take a break from the rest of the world

For just a moment let me be all

And listen

I love you.

We will take care of each other.

I love you.

That’s all.